July bus’ open people pores like rich folks popping open Champaign bottles. Sensible bodies move slow like they ain’t got nowhere to go. Men sweating. Horses perspiring. Proper ladies glow. And me, while I plan grammar I eat, You eat, We eat, They eat...no “s”, He eats, She eats, It eats, Yes “s”, I go, You go, We go, They go, He, She, It goes... ...I sit cross-legged, I type, I jiggle, I jump up, I dance. From me ole CD player resting on a rickety chair, Pepe Moreno is belting out dan
